Doug Price On Life

Doug sees the end of Daylight Savings coming.... 

Doug is getting ready for Halloween. 

I come from a long line of generations. Baby boomers generation X. Millennial generation Y. Why not Gen Z? And now, the beginning of a new alphabet. Right. But wait a second. Breaking news. Baby boomers are butting back in the fine line of lineage with Generation Z over 70, but not quite. Dead Catchy. Manifesto. Too youngsters try to put us down just because we can't get around things they do look awful cold hope they end up in a walk or two when they get old why don't you all fade away? Don't try to dig what we're trying to say you can't understand me without my dentures in and I can't understand you without my hearing AIDS on and now that I've got black floaters in both my eyes I spent most of my leisure time in the kitchen tasting fruit flies by Macular Degeneration thank you.

... For 4ths, 5ths, and 6ths. 

Doug uses music to wish you all a Happy (Canadian) Thanksgiving. 

Doug has a copy of Call Me The Breeze and pandemonium ensues. 

The reasons Summer Falls and Winter Springs so all four seasons get their chance to see. Here comes the next one. Fasten your seatbelts. 

Please allow me to introduce myself hope you guess my name sad to say, but I can't seem to see September 11 on a calendar and think of it in any other way September and the twin Towers are gone. Was first exposed to shock therapy in Victoria, BC at the tender age of 13. Grade 7, November 22, 1963. Etched into my consciousness forever for all the wrong reasons Kennedy assassination.

Well, many parents are only interested in getting their kids back to school, thank you very much. Been a long summer, right, mom and dad? I know, I know. Your labor days just never seemed to end. But she surely in a perfect world I'll be in a dream world. Wouldn't it be nice to lays around your deck in your chaise lounge? Or swing easy in your outdoor hammock and drift way away without a care in the world? Whatever happened to those days when you were the kid and work was just the odd jobs of summer? Mo, alon, wash a car. Look at me. I'm a lifeguard at the local pool. Oh, I better turn over my gold and tan. Might get a burn. Life was so stressful. And even when it really was, somehow it was still manageable. Dad, wake up. My bike tire is flat. Could you get up and drive me around my paper route? Wouldn't want to be late for my first day back at school. Right, dad? Okay, I'll be in the car. Dad. We'll see you soon.

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but this way. September, come get your last digs in before your summer sets. Your last licks of your favourite ice cream cone flavour way into your final slice of watermelon. And though your last bite of oh so sweet summer corn and who can forget the crescendo of your almighty belly bubble behind I you.

Yes. Guess who's been sleeping in our bed. The latest stats are in. Apparently, North America is divided into three distinct camps those who sleep with their pets on their bed, those who don't allow their pets to sleep on their bed, and those who don't have pets. Pretty definitive, I'd say. Of course, I can only speak from personal experience. As an adult, I indeed had a pet horse for 23 years, but sleeping together topic just never came up. Besides, how can I say this and still be sensitive to my dear buddy, Purple Rain? In hindsight, I don't think his behind would have fit in my bed. After all, it's only a double. And I know Purple has always needed his own space, so to speak. I mean, I never dared to show up at his stall with a blanket and a pillow and say, hey, perp, let's have a sleepover. Although it'll be perfectly candid, I did have a dream once. Woke up in the middle of the night with a nagging headache. Hey, buddy, do you have to take up the whole frigging bed? Could I not least have maybe a bit of a sheet and perhaps even a pillow? Look, I don't mean to be personal, pal, but watch with the snow. That's nice. Oh, great. Now it's morning. That's timing it up. 

Doug is noticing that Summertime flied.... or is it the summertime flies? 

In the light of this week's International Indigenous Day. Joining ads. With International Youth Day comes the hope of feeling from Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.

Nothing else tastes like corn on the cob in August. 

Doug recalls three occasions when running footloose through summer did not serve him well. 

Doug can see it coming. People on a collision course with one another... cell phones in hand. Eyes down. 

Doug's relationship with Siri is on the Wane. 

The Clock atop Westmount City Hall needs a little winding. What exactly goes into it? 

The two year summer festival drought is over and Doug can't wait for.... All of Them! 

Did you know that there are many different types of summer?

To Every Father, once a son. Happy Father's Day.

Doug Digs in to some orthotics...  

The Return of June Brides Brings some new rules. 

57 Channels and nothing on! 

Doug is trying to keep up with the catch phrases, but it's clear that their life spans are getting shorter. 

Doug welcomes the return of spring with new problems at the Westmount Dog Park. 

Mother's Day is this weekend. 

Doug is looking forward to many May firsts. 

Doug gives us the warning. It's Tax Time! 

Doug talks game shows! 

Doug is looking forward to Friday.... which is April Fools day! 

It could be the supply chain, or a derelict stock boy - but for whatever reason, there was no jam of the store shelves. And Doug explains why it needs to be Raspberry. 

Doug hears the cries from Two Cities at War.

March 8th comes around once per year. Or maybe it's everyday. 

Happy International Women's day! 

Doug and Purple Rain are back together again. 

Doug encounters another A-Hole. Or is it the same one? 

Doug tries to get a few words in .... above the din. 

Doug with a seasonal message. 

The Olympics and the Lunary New Year loom large in February. 

Very simply, Doug sees trouble on the horizon. Three fold! 

Doug checks out his 2022 Calendar and notices something peculiar. 

Doug knows that the best way to get out of town is to Zoom away. Who has time for all the PCR tests and travel protocals? 

Doug embarks on a Brave New year and tells us all about the new telescope that was launched into space last week.

Doug loves his sleep! 

This is the last episode before Christmas and Doug has a few messages to share. 

Merry Christmas! 

Doug is getting into the Christmas spirit. Like really.... he is excited. 

Doug reflects on “The Twelve Days of Christmas.”

Doug talks about the hidden benefits of getting older.